after molly forges prescription

As we rode to Gabe's place, he talked softly on the phone, but I was too out of it to even understand his words.  The self-hatred spread throughout my mind and body, constantly yelling at me that I'm not good enough and replaying Toby's words.  What the fuck was I thinking?  How could I put both of our careers on the line like that?  

And those thoughts just morphed into everything else I'd fucked up.  My relationship with Adam.  The clients I couldn't save.  Being snappy with Violet.  I hadn't done even one thing right in so long.  

Why was Gabe even taking me home with him?  And why did he help me with that client's mom?  I didn't deserve it.

The only thing I deserved was punishment.  I needed to pay for everything I'd fucked up.  If I didn't get the spanking from Gabe, I worried that I'd find a different way to punish myself.

I was still in a daze as we arrived in front of his building.  Gabe still sounded distant as he thanked our driver and exchanged pleasantries with the doorman.  

"Are you okay?" he asked when the elevator doors closed, rushing us up to the top floor.

I shrugged.  "I just need you to beat my ass."

Gabe frowned, which of course I interpreted as him hating me.  "You know I will give you a good spanking, but first we need to talk about all of this."

"I don't wanna talk about anything."

"I know.  But you're going to."

I wanted to fold my arms in a huff, but I just felt so heavy that I settled with a shrug.

chloe's thoughts/feelings since seattle and during meeting

since leaving seattle, my thoughts have been consumed with "I need to get into this memory card."  I know there's something important on there that can help me, but being a hacker herself, sage was brilliant with securing our stuff.  If I could just get into the card, there would be images in there that I could alter to throw violet off my tracks.  The whole night after we got back, all I did was try to get into the card.  I must've tried 30000 different passcodes, but couldn't get in.  I barely slept, only to be interrupted in my dreams by frantic efforts to escape unescapable scenarios.

Wednesday I went to work with still only the memory card in mind.  I was also so tired that I couldn't think straight and kept fucking up.  I'm really so bad at this job.    I was busy the whole morning, catching up on everything I'd missed from going on the trip.  There was finally a lull after lunch, which made the thoughts come to the surface again.  I decided to look up Winters file and see if I could learn anything else to help me either figure out the password, or steer violet in the wrong direction.  

As I stalked the company website, there was one photo that stood out.  I couldn't quite place where I knew this girl from, but she worked for Winters and looked enough like me that it would be easy to photoshop her head onto an incriminating photo.  Maybe I could figure out how to get back into winters corp's computer system and somehow trace evidence to her.  

just trying to write something

"Chloe Peterson, front and center."

Izaak's firm tone made me gulp, especially after what I had just witnessed with Violet.  I pushed myself up from the sofa, shuffling towards the stool where Gabe and Izaak stood towering over me.  I'd been quiet and compliant during the whole meeting, hoping that my invisibility would get me off the hook.  It hadn't.  

"Skirt up, panties down, and get into position," Gabe said.  His tone was softer with me than it had been with Violet, and I sense that while part of him wanted to (and enjoyed) punishing me, another part of him was sorry that he had to do it.  Why had I agreed to this deal in the first place?  Or why didn't I tell Violet to not fuck around with Gabe?

I guess part of me was also curious about what it would be like.

"Let's go!" he said, snapping his fingers as my hesitation.  Shivering, I pushed my panties down and bent over the stool, gripping onto the wooden legs.

"You did not follow instructions," Izaak commented, which caused me to blush and push up my skirt, exposing my bare bottom for everyone to see.  

I squeezed my eyes shut and swallowed the lump in my throat, trying to hide behind my hair.  

Gabe rested the cane on my bottom, then spoke.  "I know it was Violet's idea to go over budget, but your responsibility was to remind her that you'd both get caned for it.  Did you do that?"

chatgpt pic for a family meeting

i just prompted it to make an image for the chapter i'm working on, which is chloe's perspective of the last half of the family meeting, and this is what it generated for me.  why do all of the guys look the same 😂

chatgpt's photos of my characters